Free All for One by Ariel Tachna, Nicki Bennett Page A

undernourished,” he agreed huskily.
    How could it be with Léandre touching him? Perrin mused silently, his lips attacking the curve of Léandre’s neck. He suspected there would be bruises in the morning, and if anyone asked—which he doubted they would—Léandre’s fiction of a mistress he refused to name would hold, and everyone would be happy with the status quo. He grabbed Léandre’s hand and pinned it to the bed. “If you get me too worked up, I won’t be able to fuck you properly.”
    “You’ve never heard me complain yet.” The blond squirmed, more because Perrin expected it than for any real desire to pull free. It was true he might tease Perrin before they got started, but once that long, hard cock was buried inside him, his only desire was for more. Hitching his legs around the other man’s thighs, he scowled when the cloth between them dragged uncomfortably. “Why don’t you quit talking and get naked so we can fuck already?”
    “I can do both,” Perrin retorted, rearing up onto his knees to rip open the placket of Léandre’s breeches, baring his belly and cock, already glistening in eagerness. He swooped down and caught it in his mouth, the resultant buck of Léandre’s hips all he needed to free him from his garments and give Perrin access to his partner’s magnificent arse. He slid his hands beneath the blond, supporting him as he continued to suck voraciously, his fingers kneading deeply into solid muscle. “On second thought,” he teased, lifting his head long enough to speak, “why would I want to talk when I can do this instead?”
    Since Léandre was in complete agreement with that sentiment, he didn’t bother to answer, weaving his fingers into Perrin’s dark hair instead and pushing him back down onto his throbbing cock. Damn, Perrin had the most talented mouth he’d ever felt, better even than Aristide, and the long fingers roving over his arse, spreading his cheeks and teasing down the bared crease, were making it hard to think about anything but the growing need to fill that wet heat with his seed. “Close,” he grunted, while he still had enough breath left to speak.
    The thought crossed Perrin’s mind that if he pulled off now, he might actually get to fuck Léandre to completion for once, but he hadn’t even begun to prepare the tight opening, and the oil was out of reach of the bed. Better to let Léandre come now and then get him worked up again for round two, even if it meant his coming before Léandre did yet again. Léandre never seemed to mind, though, since Perrin always made sure he came, too, one way or another, and it was definitely better than taking the risk of injuring his lover. He pressed hard on the spot behind the blond’s balls that he knew was so sensitive, swallowing deeply as Léandre shot heated cream down his throat.
    His head thrashing with the fever of his release, Léandre’s fingers tightened against Perrin’s skull, holding him in place while he spasmed and shuddered. “That enough to satisfy you?” he rasped finally, knowing the answer but unable to resist tweaking his lover even in repletion.
    “It’s a nice little snack,” Perrin retorted, smacking his lips, “but I’m still waiting for the main course.” He rose swiftly to retrieve the bottle of oil, dropping his breeches to the floor next to Léandre’s as he returned. He caught the blond’s hips as he returned to his place between his lover’s legs, lifting them so he could lick at the loose sac. Flipping Léandre over roughly, he parted the tight cheeks, driving oil-slick fingers deep into the clenching channel. “I want your arse.”
    “Then take it,” Léandre prodded, pushing his hips up to underscore his readiness. His head burrowed into the pillows as Perrin pierced him, filled him, the fat head of his lover’s cock dragging over his most sensitive spot, making him start to harden again despite just having come. “ Merde , yesss,” he hissed, squeezing